"Ah, the drummer. A key part of any band," she smiled fondly - sometimes Bev wished she was musical. But that talent didn't really come natural to her, and she wasn't much of a singer either (no, drunk karaoke didn't count - neither did her warbling in the shower), so, she would just stick with being supportive of other people's endeavors. "Is anyone else musical? You could start a new band." Maybe the coffee shop had open mic nights.
But yes, fashion. Let's see here. Beverly propped her fingers, in a thinky-think steeple shape, beneath her chin. Hmmmm. Already the cogs were turning.
"Spring is always a good time to design things too," she noted. "And seeing what all is abroad - Paris, Milan, London. I'm sure I can come up with something to help those of us in Starklandia keep up with the trends." If it meant going through the doors often too, she was fine with that. Sitting still was hardly an option for her.